Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You must think Marissa is super-hot.
- Why aren't you dressed? Is Lindsay here? - Lindsay isn't coming.
Left-wing radical from Long Island, reformed?
Late nights, high stress, close quarters...
Let's just stick to the tequila.
- And don't give me any junk in the trunk, either. - It's just the gifts God gave you.
You know, when you're doing something totally random and
Well, you should try and get some sleep. You look exhausted.
- 'Cause then we'd never see each other. - Yeah, that's not going to happen.
I was going to go and give them to you guys, but I didn't want to interrupt.
Maybe you're right. I should probably sleep at home anyway. I'm out of fresh clothes as it is.
Good, 'cause, my costume's starting to ride me.
Ryan, stay.
- You're leaving? - How can I stay?
Actually, it's not something I did, although thanks for your confidence.
Yup, that's it. Not even close.
No, I want it to be a surprise. Just let him know that I'll be home in a few minutes.
Sometimes you can just have, like, a moment with someone.
She turned up with that inland street thug
But we got to lock down her likeness. You got to start drawing her right away.
I mean, how could he not?
Hey, guys! I got great news. My dad has
It's kind of cool, actually.
All right, look. Luke Skywalker was happy to find his dad, right?
- But I'll stay if you want me to. - No, I have Lindsay, Ryan and Seth.
I mean, sleeping over, hanging out all the time, borrowing my clothes...
- Now, you know how these things go. Late nights at the office... - You don't have an office.
His only daughter, and now she's gone, and he didn't even get to see her.
It's just... I think that that's going to be pretty hard...
- and then hold your arms akimbo. - A what-bo?
Oh, this is your way to make me rip off all of my clothes.
It's perfect. I mean, it'll be fine for the next 48 hours.
- Why, are you inviting me over? - Kirsten is.
- I love you. - I love you.
Turn your face out this way a little bit.
Yes, which I realize is more of an evening subject, best served over a game of Playstation.
Who knew you harbor chicks could throw down?
Yeah?
- There was definite hesitation. - Eh, no, no, just studying.
- It's grilled salmon in a raspberry coulis reduction. - My favorite.